It Will Get Lighter

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

hiding from the rain

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

so the method has to be autonomous

i have read not even 1 book

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i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

plato

propensity within someone